Chapter 418 Her Letter of Recommendation
In addition to being the monitor, Li Yue is also a girl.
Seeing her crying, other people in the class gradually stopped joking and playing around.
Everyone returned to their seats, picked up their books and returned to their study state.
This is the case for Lu Miao.
But what she was reading was not the textbook, but the English translation of "The Legacy of La Traviata in Paris" that she had bought before.
The female classmate Guan Yangyang on the right glanced out of the corner of her eye and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Lu Miao, have you started reading such advanced extracurricular books now? This is a French masterpiece, and it is an English translation!"
Lu Miao curled her lips and glanced lazily but kindly. Look at her:
“Just take a look.”
Not only are there less learning materials, but there are also fewer extracurricular books.
Foreign masterpieces, whether in English or Chinese translation, are not cheap.
A group of poor students are reluctant to eat, so how can they have money to buy extracurricular books?
Who in the class can come up with such a book is really rare.
“You are really amazing!”
Guan Yangyang's eyes were filled with admiration.
"After you finish reading it, can you lend it to me? I swear, I will take good care of it!"
"I can lend it to you, but I have to wait in line, because I I have already promised Wang Mian first."
Lu Miao nodded, and then added when he thought of something:
"If you don't mind the Chinese translation, I have another copy at home. You can bring it tomorrow. Come to you.”
"I don't mind! Of course I don't mind!"
There is actually a library in the school, but there are not many books in it.
It is also crowded every day, and what you can find when you squeeze in are things that you have read several times before, and you can almost memorize some of the content.
There are also several early and positive foreign masterpieces that have almost become cultural relics. They are still in high demand and cannot be found at all.
When Lu Miao said he agreed to the loan, many students in the class stood up:
"What are you reading? Which masterpiece is it? When they finish reading it, can you lend it to me too?"
"I want it too!"
"..."
< br>In a short time, Lu Miao was crowded with people.
Even Liu Xiaofang squeezed through.
Diagonally behind, Li Yue watched this scene and angrily crumpled the envelope sandwiched in the English textbook.
Recommendation letters can be big or small.
She originally just wanted to know the secret of Lu Miao's stable grades.
After figuring it out, I still wanted to find an opportunity to return the envelope.
Now, still?
Don’t even think about it!
Li Yue wiped away her tears and sneered.
He opened the envelope and put it in the book, then put the book on the stool and sat down on it.
Translators can earn so much money, but she wants to see that Lu Miao has lost her quota to enter the National Kumon English Society.
How can I maintain such a high-profile and luxurious life if I can no longer continue to translate manuscripts!
It was as if he had seen Lu Miao's devastation after being cut off from his financial resources.
Li Yue smiled proudly, and her mood improved a lot.
In the end, more than 20 people in the class gathered together to complete the blackboard report.
Lu Miao's handwriting is very beautiful, but it looks much inferior on the blackboard.
The text content was spearheaded by Wang Mian and Guan Yangyang.
Although Lu Miao doesn't like trouble, she pays attention to collective honor at this time. She does as the Romans do and participates in some.
Hold the tip of the chalk horizontally and draw a simple figure wearing a military cap and saluting a military salute in the blank space in the lower right corner of the blackboard. The effect is quite good.
Guan Yangyang and Wang Mian looked at her several times, saying that she had wonderful ideas and praised her for her greatness.
It made Lu Miao feel a little embarrassed.
Usually other people study hard, but she doesn't like to do serious things.
Her mind wandered during class, and she scribbled a lot on books and notebooks.
There is an excerpt from the Chinese textbook. The illustration at the back shows a hen and a group of chicks.
She didn't know what she was thinking at the time, so she equipped each chick with a machine gun...
Lu Miao wandered in a fugue for a moment, and then thought about it, she really needs to restrain herself in the future.
Otherwise, if someone takes her textbook later and reads more, what will happen?
Just thinking about it will kill you.
After school, Lu Miao packed her things and went home. As soon as Lu Miao entered the yard with her handbag in hand, she smelled the aroma of oil.
Two children were sitting on the pony in the kitchen, holding something in their hands and eating, their little mouths full of oil.
Lu Miao entered the house and put down her bag before going to the kitchen, "What did you do? Why does it smell so good?"
"You're still talking about it."
Tang Mei laughed.
"Xiaofu came back early from the compulsory class today. He said that he saw fish and shrimps in the creek on the way back, so he touched some and brought them back."
The pot was still "sizzling". There was an explosion.
Tang Mei processed the small fish and shrimps, added five-spice powder and stewed a large bowl of batter, and was frying it.
Lu Miao scooped some water, beckoned Xiao Mingyi to follow her to the door, and held a ladle for her to slowly pour water to wash her hands.
Speaking of the compulsory labor class, Lu Miao said:
“Next Monday is Labor Day, so we will also participate in the voluntary labor class.”
“Oh, yes. Isn’t it true? It’s divided into two parts?”
“It’s not far away, right next to the second ring road, just across the moat.”
"It's not far, so I don't have to get up at four in the morning like Xiao Fu did before... You have a good rest at home these two days. When Monday morning comes, I'll get up early and get you some food. You can take it with me." "Bring it over together."
Lu Miao nodded, "Okay."
Tang Mei was still chattering while working. :
“The food provided by people in the countryside may not be what it is, so you have to give food stamps as usual... You go there and eat what you like, and you don’t give food stamps when you turn around, just give you a penny. Just ask someone to heat it up for you."
"Okay, where's Brother You?"
"It was said that the cucumber stand in the yard was not strong enough, so I ran out to find bamboo poles to build a new stand."
Lu Miao said "Oh".
The small courtyard is full of green fruits and vegetables. The spring cucumbers planted earlier have begun to bear melons now.
Lu Miao ate a few pieces of fried fish and shrimp cakes in the kitchen, and then went to the well to wash his hands.
Two little tails were swaying behind them. Three people, one big and two small, got into the crooked cucumber vine and groped for treasure.
The land where the loofahs are grown is in a remote area, and the melon vines have climbed up to the roof. Except for the difficulty of picking the loofahs, there is no need to take care of them at other times.
Fu Jingyou carried a small bundle of dry bamboo poles into the yard. His wife and children were squatting by the well, happily eating fresh cucumbers.
Fu Jingyou threw the bamboo pole on the ground, washed his hands by the well, and squatted over.
The sharp eyebrows in the past are now filled with affection, as soft as spring water.
“How is the food? Is it the same as the one in the south?”
"Probably."
Lu Miao slurred and handed the remaining half of the cucumber to his mouth.
“You want to try it?”
Fu Jingyou took a big bite.
The taste of cabbage was quite obvious when I ate it last time. It was indeed not as sweet as eating it in the south.
As for cucumbers, they taste the same crisp and hydrated, and there doesn’t seem to be much difference.